midorisakura

Title: Mine to Spoil, or Donut Pillows and Kisses
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: A tad mature
Length: 520 words
Content notes: Injury to Danny's posterior; fits into my Control universe in which Steve is obsessed with Danny's ass.
Summary: Steve's just concerned about Danny, he's not coddling, he just has a vested interest in making sure that Danny will make a full recovery.
 

"Quit your manhandling," Danny complains, shoving Steve's hands away from him and scowling.

"But..." Steve trails off.

He's not sure how to give voice to his concerns and knows that Danny won't appreciate whatever it is that he does manage to come up with should he decide on what to say. If anything, he'll just end up becoming an object of mockery if he explains to Danny why it is that he's shoving a donut cushion at him and trying, but failing, to make Danny as comfortable as he can, given the circumstances.

Danny rolls his eyes and gestures for Steve to come a little closer. Reluctantly, Steve does. He loves Danny, but he does not trust the look on the other man's face.

"Steven, stop coddling. I am just fine. It was only a flesh wound," Danny says, voice surprisingly soft and understanding. "I'm fine, I promise, babe."

"I know." Steve runs a hand through his hair.

He knows that it was just a flesh wound. He'd been there when Danny had been shot by the man they'd been chasing at the docks.

He'd been there when the paramedics had arrived.

He'd even been there when the doctor, tongue-in-cheek, had declared that Danny was going to be fine, if a bit tender for a few days.

He'd seen the trail that the bullet had made through Danny's flesh, had even traced it with the tip of his finger and showered it with kisses in the privacy of their bedroom.

He'd borne witness to the stiff way in which Danny now walked and had seen the dark bruises covering his otherwise impeccable skin.

It didn't make him feel any better about any of this, though. Didn't make him want to coddle Danny any less, or declare him unfit for work until he'd fully recovered.

"It's just..." Steve frowns when Danny narrows his eyes at him and points a finger in his direction.

"That's it, you're cut off until you get this fetish that you have with my ass under control," he says.

"But, Danny," Steve whines. "Your --"

"I know, Steve, I have a fine derriere, but it's my derriere, not yours, and --"

Steve doesn't let Danny finish the rest of his thought, because Danny's wrong about this. Danny's ass does belong to him, just as his ass belongs to Danny. He captures the rest of Danny's words in a kiss and smiles when Danny sighs into the kiss and leans against him.

When they pull away to take a much needed breath, Danny's eyes are glazed and he looks completely ravaged. It's a good look on him.

"You're wrong," Steve says, voice husky, eyes locked on Danny's. "Your ass is mine."

The look of challenge in Danny's eyes goes straight to Steve's gut and he cannot wait to get home and prove the truth of his words, though, given Danny's injury, he'll go easy on him.

"It's mine to spoil and ravish as I see fit," Steve says, handing Danny the donut shaped cushion and smiling when Danny concedes to use it, though not without an eye roll.